After sending the ssage all in one go, Daisy Ginger let out a slow breath.
Had she made herself clear enough?
Staring at her phone screen for a while, Daisy saw that Michael Joyner hadn’t responded yet, probably because he hadn’t seen it in ti. She set her phone aside and continued to play with stocks.
It was close to noon when she finally rubbed her sore eyes and shut down her computer.
Standing up from her office chair, she idly picked up the phone from the sofa and saw a reply from Michael Joyner on the screen.
Opening the ssage, Daisy’s expression turned dark imdiately.
"I don’t mind that you like soone else. I can be better than him!"
The young man’s stubborn enthusiasm left Daisy, this old auntie, feeling quite troubled.
With her fair fingertips, she tapped out a few words but then felt they weren’t appropriate and deleted them, sitting on the sofa frustrated.
To speak truthfully, she hadn’t had many chances to reject others in her life.
After all, in this lifeti, she’s only had a couple of romantic opportunities. Even if soone wanted to pursue her, upon learning about Edward Stephens, they would retreat without a fight. The only one daring enough to stand out in front of her was probably Michael Joyner.
The age gap was so big, they might as well belong to different generations. He probably wouldn’t understand why his predecessors chose to retreat...
Daisy was a bit troubled.
She actually had quite a good impression of Michael Joyner and didn’t want to make things too harsh, but if Michael kept sending flowers, she couldn’t guarantee she’d maintain her pleasant deanor.
Daisy said: "The person I like isn’t that exceptional; you don’t need to compete with him. I just like him. I’m sorry, I realize I still can’t forget him, so please don’t contact anymore."
She blocked him again.
This ti, the young man didn’t try to add her back.
Daisy imagined his tearful look at this mont, feeling a twinge of guilt, and resolved never to respond to young n’s advances again...
...
The next day, there were indeed no roses at her doorstep.
Daisy breathed a small sigh of relief.
The man noticed she returned empty-handed, gave her a sideways glance, and then turned to leave.
Tsk.
Watching his retreating figure, Daisy snorted lightly, this guy cared more than she did.
A few peaceful days passed, and Daisy contacted a private elentary school in Banyan City to enroll Erin Ginger.
Erin remained indifferent to the idea, but the man was reluctant.
He hadn’t even had the chance to bond with his own son, so how could Daisy just send him to school?
Wasn’t this breaking up the father-son duo?
Daisy ignored Edward Stephens’ opinion. Erin was almost seven, hadn’t even attended kindergarten, and hadn’t undergone societal learning. How would he interact with others in the future?
She couldn’t accompany him forever.
Although the school didn’t have much left to teach him, learning social skills was necessary.
Ignoring Edward’s protests, Daisy quickly enrolled Erin in the private school in Banyan City. In the morning, both of them took him to school, and the principal personally ca out to greet them.
For a child to attend this international school, their parents had to be either wealthy or influential. However, Erin was quite special, as the school had been inford about his intelligence level beforehand.
Watching Erin being led into school by the elderly principal, Daisy withdrew her gaze, "Let’s go back."
The man grudgingly said, "You heartless woman."
Other parents on the first day of school are always reluctant to leave their children, but she looked so relieved!
Daisy glanced at him, "It’s for his own good."
If not for Robert Stephens, she would have sent Erin to kindergarten long ago, no way she’d have waited until now.
"What if Erin gets bullied by his classmates?"
It was the first ti the man showed parental concern.
"Erin is so good-looking, who would bully him?" Daisy laughed at his unfounded worries.
"What does looks have to do with it?"
"Oh, don’t worry. I put a pack of chocolates in his backpack and told him to share them with his classmates. It’s hard to bully soone who’s generous."
"What if soone doesn’t like chocolate?"
"..." Daisy rolled her eyes.
So noisy!
She started the engine, deciding to ignore him.
Fear of the first day of school isn’t just for students but parents too!
Daisy parked near a mall.
They not only ca out today to drop Erin at school but also to have a little date, enjoying their ti together without the third wheel.
It’s tough to have fun with a kid in tow, and they couldn’t bring Erin everywhere...
Daisy hadn’t gone shopping in a while, and as soon as she got out of the car, she held Edward’s hand and pulled him into a n’s clothing store.
Edward, expressionless, watched her pick out a stack of n’s clothes and said, "You go try these on."
He rolled his eyes.
And turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Daisy tugged at him, "You’re running out of clothes at ho. You can’t just keep wearing the sa few pieces, right?"
"I’ll call my mom to send so over."
The Stephens have a tailor, and his clothes are all custom-made, no need to try them on in a store.
Daisy: "Where’s the fun in that?"
The man refused to try on the clothes, and Daisy couldn’t very well force him, so she instructed the clerk to wrap them all up.
After swiping more than two hundred thousand, Daisy smiled happily, carrying the shopping bags, "Let’s keep shopping. Is there anything else you like?"
Since Daisy footed the bill, her words raised eyebrows among the store clerks, who eyed Edward oddly.
This man, so handso and high-class, was he kept by a wealthy woman?
How enviable... Being rich was great... They wanted to keep a beautiful man too...
Daisy’s shopping prowess was strong, having swept through almost half the n’s store.
The things she bought were naturally the best, and for Edward, certainly not inferior. Although they couldn’t compare to the Stephens’, any casual coat she bought was still over a hundred thousand.
Money flowed like water, and over two million had been spent in an instant.
Edward followed behind her, watching her excitedly buy things for him, unable to help but smile.
He thought she’d buy things for herself, not expecting this trip to be entirely about spending on him.
She really embraced the role of being his benefactor.
Just, spending money like this...
Which benefactor could afford it?
"Edward, look, isn’t this brooch beautiful?"
Daisy had her eye on a butterfly-shaped golden n’s suit brooch, and he glanced at it, thinking it gaudy, lazily replying, "As long as you like it."
Daisy was dissatisfied with his answer, "It’s for you!"
Clearly, it was you who liked it more...
He had to answer, "It’s okay."
No sooner had he responded than Daisy called for it to be wrapped up.
A brooch worth over eighty thousand, bought without a blink.
While Daisy was paying by card, Edward seized the opportunity to sit down sowhere, intending to smoke a cigarette when suddenly everything darkened as a young man with a gloomy face appeared.
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